Azeroth Trail of Light

Hellfire Peninsula, this is a **** in hell, a desert in a desert, ruthlessness is synonymous here, cruelty is the explanation here.

When Gul'dan blocked the elements of Draenor and attracted the attack of demons, causing the world to shatter, all life in this place once called the Nataan Jungle was killed, and the earth was torn in half. Disappearing in the Twisting Void, the other half is barely connected to Draenor. Unfortunately, on this half, there are only poison gas, poison water and disgusting air. A storm of frenzied magic power blows up here, tearing up anyone who dares to enter here. life.

This is like the real doomsday written by those scholars, even more cruel than the doomsday.

At the forefront of the Hellfire Peninsula, there is a wide road called the Glory Road. It is said that this is a marching road built when the orcs invaded Azeroth, and it is now broken by escaping from the world of Azeroth. Occupied by the Hand Clan, one of the leaders who invaded Azeroth, the patriarch of the Shattered Hand Clan, the former hero of the orcs, Kargath Bladefist, led his own twisted orcs who were reinfused with evil blood to garrison on the path of glory. In the last hellfire fortress, Illidan, the king of Outland, guarded this barren land for his new master.

In the past years, the Glory Fort northeast of Hellfire Citadel has always been the biggest enemy of the Shattered Hand clan. The coalition of humans and dwarves who voluntarily rushed into the Broken World of Draenor with the five heroes, and the veterans of the Hundred Wars, are all two. The most elite fighters in the second orc war, they were even crazier than the orcs.

Although the number is a disadvantage, Kargas was at a disadvantage in every confrontation, but this situation was improved after Illidan brought them fresh demon blood. The orcs of the Shattered Hand clan thought He could take revenge, but the chief asked them not to attack the Alliance fighters in Honor Hold.

No one dared to disobey Kargath's orders, so Honor Hold had a very peaceful time.

Danas looked at the black warlock in front of him. His wolf-like eyes were full of suspicion. For Danas, who had spent his childhood on the battlefield, there was always a "troll killer" in his body. "The blood of the family, even though he has reached middle age, he can still wield a heavy axe and easily kill those provocative orcs.

Never soft.

It stands to reason that with such a hard-line military style, it is difficult to accept the warlock entangled with the demons to enter his fortress, and he is still a guy of unknown origin, but Danath is not stubborn, especially this warlock. It brought a rare rest time for his tired soldiers.

But today, this guy came again, and brought a piece of news that Danas could not believe.

"what did you say?"

The old general’s white eyebrows were raised, and the scars on his face also throbbed, making him look extraordinarily hideous, like a tiger ready to hunt.

"You are going to open the door of darkness? Are you crazy? Or I heard it wrong? Do you know how much we paid to close it back then?"

There are three people in this command room. Next to Danas and the warlock, there is a young high elf sitting there in charge of taking notes. He has a standard high elf face, with long, supple golden hair draped over his shoulders. The style is outstanding, and those eyes are very similar to human pupils.

This is the son of General Turalyon and Ms. Alleria, the redeemer Alator, a paladin, a young but very skilled warrior.

Hearing Danus’ unceremonious questioning, the warlock chuckled. He raised his head and revealed that thin and pale face. In the depths of those eyes, there was an unconcealable green light. He wore a hood, as if The incarnation of the secret, he looked at Danas, took out a letter from his arms, and placed it on Danas' table, with his finger lightly on it.

"From the time I came to Honor Hold, you have never asked my identity. I am very grateful for your "trust", General, but today is our day to say goodbye and open the door of darkness. Sorry, I am not asking for you. Opinions, but to inform you, be prepared, it is time for you to go home!"

Danas' eyes narrowed, murderous aura, strong murderous aura surging in the command room, but the black-robed warlock didn't care, he grinned, put his arms on the table, approached Danas, and whispered ,

"His Majesty Kalia Menethil, Queen of Lordaeron, His Majesty Kul Tiras Daelin Proudmoore, His Majesty Varian Wrynn of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and Mr. Dick, Grand Duke of Theramore, these great figures trust I greet you, General Danas, your battlefield is not here, at least not here now!"

Danas frowned. He did not open the letter on the table, nor did he care about the warlock’s disrespect. Instead, he asked in a low voice.

"So, you represent the league? So, they have been following us all these years? Tsk, this is an honor."

He spoke of honor, but the old general didn't have a trace of honor on his face. Obviously, he didn't seem to have a lot of favor with the senior leaders of the alliance.

And his question made the warlock laugh dumbly.

"No, no, no... You misunderstood, General, I don't belong to the Alliance. In fact, I am serving Illidan... Yes, the King of Outland."

Smart people don’t need to say too much to understand each other’s meaning. The old general blinked clearly and signaled that he could go. But the warlock stood up, but did not leave immediately, but looked at the The high elf staring at him,

"And you, poor Alator, Ms. Sylvanas and Ms. Vereesa are very concerned about your news, so you better not let your elders down, especially if they have lost a loved one. in the case of."

The warlock pulled up his hood, and then strolled out of the command room. Alatol was still in shock from the sentence just now, and Danas had already taken out his pipe, using the smoke to calm his emotions. After reading the letter, he leaned back in his chair, put his head on the backrest, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

It was suffocating and quiet. A few minutes later, Danas’ voice came over.

"Alator, prepare the soldiers, we... we go home!"

"General! The opening of the dark door may make the crazy evil orcs of the Shattered Hand clan..."

"This is an order!"

Danas yelled, more like venting his emotions, but after he calmed down, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Alator,

"My child, sorry, but this is a secret that you can’t let you know for the time being. Let’s go and give orders. We will have many companions. Although it’s bad to escape without a fight, it’s exciting to be able to go home. Thing."

Danas turned to the window and looked at the deserted red land.

"This **** place, this **** scenery, I've seen enough...go home! Let's go home."

On the other side, Khadgar and other refugees who escaped from the back door of Shattrath in the dark are sitting on completely different mounts, along the difficult mountain road of Tekaro Forest, toward the Hellfire Peninsula. This Behind a team of enough tens of thousands of people, biting an army of broken people, this is not acting. The refugees at the end, as long as they can't dodge, will be hit by the magic shells fired by those broken people. Or it was hacked to the ground by the Broken Assassin moving in the crowd.

"Gosh, it's like hunting wild deer. We are slaughtering."

Khadgar couldn't bear to hear the screams and screams coming from behind, and Kurdran, who was standing next to him, turned his head, not looking at the horror behind.

It's not like acting at all, the broken ones, they take pleasure in killing refugees! It's like...like the orcs in Khadgar's memory that invaded his hometown, even more cruel than those orcs.

But the mage knows that he can't take the initiative to stop those chasing soldiers. This is the cruelest thing. Just like Isana said, they are all chess pieces. Once they are seen through, no one can afford it, even from this aspect. Said that the hacking of the broken ones only made the drama more real.

But this is so cruel!

Khadgar felt that he couldn't just watch this happen. The staff in his hand was waving, looking for something that could help the refugees. When the army crossed the back of the red hill, Khad The accumulated magical power was all gushing out, and a wave of crazy twisting blue magic storm hit the top of the hill, causing the top rock to fall madly from the mountain wall.

Those broken forwards who could not dodge were crushed by the rocks falling from the sky on this escape route. This angry blow caused the refugees to scream. They thought it was the magic fired by the chasing soldiers. Khadgar wanted to help. They almost caused a cruel stampede in the end.

"Do you know how many people will be killed if you get into the limelight?"

Five minutes later, Isana stood in front of Khadgar and said in a tone of sternness and disappointment, "Do you know how much we sacrificed for this transfer? Do you think those were left behind? Are the refugees innocent? You don’t know anything! You reckless idiot!"

The mage looked at Isanna in surprise,

"You mean, they...they are..."

"They are rapes who have a connection with the devil. On weekdays, keeping them can paralyze the devil, but now, in this case, keeping them is a risk. You almost ruined everything."

Isanna shook her tail and turned away with her staff.

"Pray that we can all reach your world safely, Master."

Khadgar knew that he had done bad things with good intentions, but he did it all, and regretted it. What's more, to become a powerful wizard, Khadgar's will itself is also very firm. He was only annoyed for a while. Planning to start anew, in front, the red land of Hellfire Peninsula is already in sight, and the Dark Gate, the tall black stone gate that has been closed, stands at the end of this world like a landmark building.

That will be the end of their escape.

But at the moment Khadgar turned around, two black shadows blocked his way one after another. It was the two demon hunters, the two guys who had been to Shattrath as Illidan's special envoy.

"What are you going to do?"

Khadgar squeezed the staff. Although the two guys had proved that they were not enemies, judging from their current state, the wizard didn't think they were here to chat.

"Hey, Khadgar, the archmage from Azeroth, a genius, and Medivh's apprentice."

The Sin'dorei Demon Hunter in front of the mage moved his fist, and a grinning smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry, we won't kill you, but you have to feel some pain."

"A big man personally requested it."

The night elf demon hunter behind Khadgar also strode up. Neither of them used weapons. As he walked, he whispered.

"The big man asked us to ask you a question... Have you ever confessed what you did to Mr. Medivh?"

Archmage Khadgar's eyes suddenly widened. The next moment, the fist full of magic lines and covered with green fel magnified in front of his eyes. With the wisdom of a mage, he disappeared into the original with the flash technique in the next moment. Earth, but when he had just appeared, the magic shield was smashed by another fist, and then pain and blood spread in his mouth.

Khadgar hasn't fought so rudely with people for many years, but that doesn't mean he will be afraid. After all, he is a veteran who has survived the battlefield. He moved his mouth and his **** teeth collided. Then the staff waved, two arcane elements appeared, and he rushed towards the two guys who had been forced to come.

The three black shadows are on the edge of this twisting void, they don't use weapons, only use their fists, and they are brutally grouped together.

This is the interweaving of past memories and present hatred, and it can be regarded as Khadgar's farewell to the painful past.